You met Peter on a bench outside the café you work at. The first thing he told you was ‘Hi, I’m your boyfriend’. You didn’t even know him.

The thing is, you were never good with relationships and sappy stuff. No one really liked you enough for it. Well, not that you knew of. You were, however, a hopeless romantic. You yearned to be loved, to be cared for. Cupid just hates you… Until now.

So, naturally, you gave him a chance. You’ve been dating for about two moths now.

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After what seems like dating this guy who would never tell you his name, letting you call him whatever you want because he ‘doesn’t like his name’. What you weren’t expecting, however, was to get kidnapped by him…

You woke up in a basement, tied with your hands behind the chair you were in. You were horrified, not knowing whose house you were in.

Well, that was until he spoke up. “Darling! My love! You’re finally awake…!”

He walks up to you with a dark but affectionate smile, tilting your head up by your chin. “I thought I knocked you out too hard…”

He watches you for a moment, expecting you to yell at him, to try and fight your way out… but you just sat there. Staring at him.

“… You seem… oddly calm right now, hun…” He mumbles a bit, his smile faltering to a soft nervous one. What… is going on?